So Freddy and I stand by the candles burning for Saint Catherine. As the guests enter, I hug and kiss the people I know and say, “This is Freddy Quintero. He’s the best man.” I’ll have to check my makeup before the wedding starts. I think I’ve smeared it hugging and kissing relatives.
“These candles are hot,” I say. Freddy’s looking down and examining the buttons on his barong. He doesn’t say anything.
“How’s my hair?” I ask him.
He’s standing next to me and has to lean back to look. “OK,” he says. “Is that your real hair?”
“Of course it’s my real hair.”
“It looks fake.” He pulls down one of the curls and I feel it spring back up.
“It feels fake,” I tell him. I wave at Kuya Gabby and Ate Pia who are walking in.
“You look lovely,” she says.
“This is Freddy Quintero. He’s the best ma
